Chapter 3
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little_snowflake42 didn't have any stories posted on their profile, although it was two years old. Only some favorite stories. The bastard was in-flammable, un-trollable! Ludwig gritted his teeth, feeling a bite of disappointment. The three other trolls on duty had remained quiet on the forum for now, but they had updated their stories.
AGAIN!
Just how shameless could some people be?!
And kittiesandpillows17– who was a FUCKING FORUM ADMIN! – had not issued any warnings themselves and had most likely not reported anything either to the site administrators. Useless shit, and they had updated their profile 12 hours before, so they weren't sleeping so deeply after all!
Everyone was against him! No, everyone was against the most elementary common sense and decency, nobody gave a damn about the rules!
Oh well, they were going to taste Hell. Ludwig had tried to be nice and reasonable until now and his kindness had been very poorly replied to, so he was officially DONE. No more Mr. Nice. He would take out the big guns and bury these bastards. They must have been really proud of their growing popularity – among equally shameless, senseless people – but they were going to pay for it very, very dearly. Ludwig was done trying to get them to remove their filthy creations from public display, now the consequences were going to be a lot uglier.
Oh, how he had enjoyed the heat of battle and how he would enjoy the absolute victory! And, of course, the look on little Feliciano's face when the ground was going to be swept from under his feet (and not in a good way).
Obviously, Mr. Oxenstierna was once more the lucky winner of a class nobody paid any attention to, because bringing your enemies on their knees in public and where you could actually see their faces drop was absolutely worth foregoing a subject with so little relevance.
Ludwig sighed contentedly, leaning back in his seat. He could feel a certain Frenchman's hard glare in the back of his head, but while the other was still searching through his pants for non-existent balls there was absolutely no undesired interference to worry about. He watched Elizaveta and Kiku taking their seats with serene, unsuspecting faces, he watched Feliciano rushing in, bumping into someone and knocking their snack on the floor.
He also spotted Ivan two rows in front of him and his smirk fell a little. Ivan could be a problem, the German realised, a scowl creeping onto his face at the thought. What if the bastard decided to meddle again in what clearly wasn't any of his business?
No, no, Ivan could be a hazard, Ludwig concluded, prudently deciding to postpone operation Hammering towards the end of class, so he could at least run for his life if things degenerated. Patiently, he waited, and in doing so he felt almost generous, allowing his helpless victims a few more carefree breaths before the flames of Hell would engulf them.
To the blond's absolute and unbelievable luck, his patience was rewarded – halfway into the Swede's hella boring speech about Reformation Ivan (probably having enough of it) picked up his bag, stood up and walked out of the classroom without a second glance at the teacher.
Perfect. Time for action.
He flipped the page of his book again cleverly concealing his phone and let his fingers run mercilessly over the keyboard.
silver_eagle: ninjafryingpangirl, caramel_mafioso I am done with you! You've had your chance to make things right and you responded with contempt and obvious ill-will. Now you will face the consequences. I was very serious when I said I know who you are, Miss EH, Mr. KH and Mr. FV. I will send an e-mail to Mr. Edelstein with your names, the links to your 'creations' and to this forum, so he can see who his model literature students really are. Let's see what happens to your grades and maybe you get a suspension too. Oh, and I will personally kick your sorry arses today after school, so get ready.
This was so utterly annihilating that Ludwig felt something like butterflies in his stomach from anticipation.
The first to read it this time was Feliciano, who was already wasting his time on Instagram. The shift was so palpable and obvious that he only needed to steal a glance with the corner of his eye, alerted when the petite Italian's breath hitched loudly. All color had effectively drained from his face, rendering it sheet-white. His plump lips were parted slightly and his caramel-colored eyes wide, fixating the screen.
"Kiku! Who the fuck is this guy?!" Elizaveta hissed a few moments later, leaning over from her seat with a deep scowl.
But the Japanese had been plunged into his own personal hell, shaking hands gripping his glossy black bangs as he hunched over the desk, looking physically ill all the sudden.
You fucking trolls, didn't see it coming, did you?
"I-I don't know!" he stuttered eventually. "D-Delete! Elizaveta, DELETE EVERYTHING NOW!"
Feliciano's head snapped up brusquely and he threw a frightened glance at the brunet, but before he could do anything else Ludwig snatched the phone from his hand.
"Wha-? Ludwig? Give me my phone back!"
"So you can delete your shit too, caramel_mafioso? I don't think so!" the blond hissed, turning fully towards the culprit and giving him a cold glare. "DID I OR DID I NOT CATCH YOU?!" he added, pinching his crush's nose between his index and middle finger and shaking hard, failing to notice that Kiku had fallen from his seat in shock.
"OWWW!" the Italian wailed, clutching his nose with both hands, curling up in his seat. "What the hell, I had a nose job! Owwwww!"
"You had a nose job my ass," Ludwig replied dryly, turning back and proceeding to ignore him, twirling the slim device he'd captured between his fingers teasingly.
"Hey! Fuck you, Beilschmidt! You've got no balls!" Elizaveta hissed viciously, flipping him the finger with both hands. "Let's see you hit a girl! YOU'VE GOT NO BALLS!"
Kiku had picked himself up in the meantime and had made himself small, at the far end of the desk. Very small.
"P-Please give me my phone back…" Feliciano implored. "Please y-you can't do this… Nonno is g-going to kill me…" His voice had become barely audible, choked by unrestrained sobs and large tears were now rolling down his cheeks, like a Madonna's.
"Gut!"
Ludwig sighed, leaning forward on his elbows and determined to be merciless for a little longer. He'd gotten Kiku and Elizaveta already – they had probably gotten to deleting their abominations right away and that must have been enough of a blow to their creative ego, aside from the hella fright he'd given them (and they were probably going to flee the classroom at lightning speed and be on their guard for a while). But Feliciano… he had roasted the German's own fic, so he deserved a nice roasting right back, you know, a slow burn. A little agony.
What he didn't expect was for the Italian to suddenly lunge forward and try to tickle slash wrestle him into giving up his phone.
"Beilschmidt, give me my phone back, damn it! Give it back or I'll tell Mr. Oxenstierna!"
"Please do! Let's show Mr. Oxenstierna what kind of stuff you have in it!" the blond hissed, barely trying to hold back a giggle as the Italian's hands were searching for an opening to his stomach.
"Mon Dieu, would you two just stop frolicking already and get a room? There's so much sexual tension… ohonhonhonhon!"
"Nobody fucking asked you anything!" Feliciano snapped, red in the face from crying and effort, finally sending an elbow up and sideways and catching the German right in the nose. Ludwig gasped, nearly losing possession of the precious device, but he was really enjoying himself. At least until he noticed the teacher's cold glare fixed on them.
There was a moment of ominous silence and then "BEILSCHMIDT! VARGAS! GET OUT OF MY CLASS!"
The conflict came to a momentary halt as they both hurried to gather their stuff and make themselves scarce. But once out of the room Ludwig sprinted down the hall, leaving the petite Italian in the dust.
"Well, if we 'no speak americano' and we 'no run laps', this is what happens…" the blond chuckled, stopping just before the corner and wiggling the phone teasingly towards his pursuer, who was already panting hard. He grinned, intend on disappearing, but as soon as he rounded the corner the German suddenly slammed into something, no, someone, the impact so powerful that it sent him down on the floor on his rump (because karma is a bitch).
The respective someone being none other than Ivan.
Ludwig stared, refusing to believe that such a shit was actually happening, and so dazed that he barely registered his crush coming up behind him and plucking the phone right off his hand. The Russian observed them both calmly, a secret joy making the corners of his lips twitch ever so slightly.
"So… you two troll me on the forum. You remember what I promised, da?"
Ludwig scrambled backwards and got back on his feet, a cold shudder running down his spine but still determined to put up a fight if it came to it, while the Italian made a move as if to grip his arm and cower behind him, one hand pressed tightly against his heaving chest.
Only instead of that he suddenly sank to his knees, bag dropping aside from limp hands as he did so, then proceeded to collapse entirely on the ground in a tragic fashion, #totaldrama.
"Looks like he logged off," Ivan observed, amused. Then he simply breezed past them and walked away, no doubt pleased at the unexpected impact obtained effortlessly. The German sighed, shaking his head in annoyance. Really?!
"Come on, Vargas," he grumbled. "He left, you can get up now…"
But Feliciano did not stir, not even when the blond turned him over and slapped his cheek. He looked really pale too now. Damn it, he wasn't… really sick or something, was he? Eventually, Ludwig had no choice but to haul him up in his arms bridal style (!) and carry him to the nurse's office. As he did so, doubt and worry began to gnaw at him. Maybe he'd gone overboard and this had been a really bad joke…
"Awwww, sweetie, what happened?" the nurse cooed. "Lay him down on the bed, carefully."
The blond did so and plopped tiredly on the stool next to the bed, sighing, while the white-clad woman dug through a cabinet. She came back with a small recipient of sorts, removing its lid and placing it under Feliciano's nose. The Italian jerked awake, moaning and gripping his forehead.
"Darn, you look exhausted, sweetie," the nurse said, brushing her knuckles against colorless, tearstained cheeks. "Did he get upset?" she asked Ludwig, who mumbled something under his breath.
"Is he alright?" he asked instead.
The woman put the recipient aside, then took Feliciano's pulse. "Hmm, normal. How do you feel? Does anything hurt?"
"…mmm m-my head… A-And I'm so tired…" the Italian murmured, eyes closing again. "I-I didn't get much sleep last night.."
"Maybe because you stayed up late writing shit!" Ludwig hissed in his ear, but his mood had mellowed significantly. He got a pained, pitiful groan in reply.
"It's okay, sweetie, that's probably it," the nurse pointed with a motherly smile. "You should just rest for a bit, take a little nap." She turned to the German. "Can you watch him for me, sweetie? I need to step out for a bit."
"Um.."
"Stay," Feliciano whispered, weakly reaching for his hand. As the nurse shuffled away, he cracked an eye open, then quickly closing it. Ludwig didn't catch it though, staring at their now touching hands, butterflies in his stomach all the sudden. At first only the tips of their fingers brushed against one another, then slowly they ended up intertwined.
"I got you good, didn't I? Gave you a scare," the German said with a smile, but his voice was soft.
"I-I'm sorry," the smaller boy said, sniffing and his eyebrows furrowing in a pained, utterly vulnerable expression. "P-Please don't-"
Ludwig sighed, giving in. "I won't do anything, I wasn't going to anyway." He reached out and cupped the other's cheek with his free hand, nearly flinching in surprise when the Italian leaned into it a little, eyes closed and looking like the living picture of innocence. "I guess it was a bit of a bad joke. I'm sorry too…"
"I'll delete everything, I promise," Feliciano murmured repentantly, but inwardly he smiled. He'd just make another profile.
THE END
#sappy #trolledrightuntiltheend
